“Now that looks like fun,” I hear Madden say behind me and, next thing I know, I feel his fingertips over my shoulder blades. He does down to his knees behind me, his fingers sliding down my back, and then he replaces Tristan’s hands with his. Spreading my cheeks wide, he runs the tip of his tongue over it, only stopping when it goes over my asshole.
“Oh, God, this is --” I don’t get to f
inish my sentence. Madden presses his mouth against my ass and, using his lips and tongue to ravage it, he brings my brain to a halt and my words die somewhere on my throat.
I close my eyes and surrender to the moment, allowing them to destroy whatever sanity still lived inside my head with their mouths. And they do it happily, sucking and licking as if these were their last minutes on Earth with me.
“This is too much,” I whisper, more to myself than to him. As I speak, I feel my whole body tensing up like a nocked arrow, electricity engulfing every single nerve ending inside my muscles. “I’m gonna --” I start to say, but the orgasm just explodes inside of me so fast that my last words are replaced by a loud moan. I yank on Tristan’s hair as I come, pulling it so fiercely I might rip out a few locks out of his scalp; rocking my hips back and forth, I thrust against their mouths on a time, both their tongues inside of me.
“Now we can get started. You and me,” Tristan tells me, looking up at me as my juices drip down his chin. As I feel Madden pulling back from my ass, I lean in and rest both my hands on Tristan’s shoulders, and he finally allows me to lay him down on the floor.
He looks up at me expectantly but, moving fast, I turn around to face Madden. I place my feet on either side of Tristan’s waist and lower myself over him, his cock dangerously close to my pussy.
“Come here, you,” I tell Madden, and he walks up to me before I even have finished speaking. Reaching for his cock, I curl the fingers of one hand around it, feeling it’s heavy thickness against my palm, and flick my wrist. My fingers move up and down the length of his shaft and, as I do it, I grab Tristan’s cock with my other hand; angling it up, I press its tip against my pussy and then I just let instinct take the steering wheel.
Lowering my pussy over Tristan’s cock, I impale myself on it, a moan escaping my lips as I feel his long inches burying themselves inside me, straining against my inner walls as they go.
“Ah,” I breathe out, and then a deep breath. I let go of Madden’s cock and, using my two hands, I grab him by his ass cheeks and pull him into me, taking my mouth to his cock. Parting my lips, I engulf the tip of his member and suck on it softly, the taste of his pre-cum making my heart flutter in anticipation. I just can’t wait to bathe in their seed - I know, it’s a wicked thing to say - but not totally expected, right? I mean, with the kind of things the three of us have done, you’re already probably expecting it.
“Go on,” Madden chuckles as he grabs me by the hair, forcing me to roll my lips down the length of his huge shaft. I let him do it, only stopping when I feel the tip of his cock against the back of my throat, and I start swaying my hips over Tristan, his cock throbbing hard inside of me.
Now that their cocks are filling both my ends, I simply close my eyes and submit to whatever it is my body demands of me. I bob my head back and forth, doing it as fast as I can right from the start, and I let my hips match that frantic pace as well. Sucking and fucking like a woman that has just lost her mind, I keep on doing it until I feel beads of sweat dripping down my forehead, their saltiness stinging at my eyes.
“Now that’s the spirit,” Tristan says with a groan, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks as he feels the sway of my body. “You really know how to drive a man crazy,” he continues, his words laden with lust.
I would have replied, but right now I have twelve-inches of cock sliding in and out of my mouth. And so, I settle for a moan that rises up my throat and vibrates through Madden’s shaft.
“I’ll take it from here,” Madden says suddenly, holding me by the air and forcing me to stop bobbing my head. Perhaps noticing that I was already on the verge of exhaustion, he claims my rhythm for himself and starts thrusting, pistoning into my mouth with the same ferocity he likes to use when ravaging my pussy.
Employing Madden’s idea, Tristan hooks his fingers on my hips and forces me to stop moving as well. Then, he starts thrusting upward, burying his cock so deep into me that I feel every single bone in my body rattle.
Needing that extra edge, I grab my own breasts and squeeze them as both men take care of business, fucking my mouth and pussy at the same time. Their rhythms match up - wild and fierce - and I succumb to it, allowing a tidal wave of pleasure to start growing on the back of my mind.
I feel it coming for me, my thoughts scattering in its wave, and then it just hits me with full force. Taking my mouth off Madden’s cock, I let out another scream loud enough to ruin my throat, and I only quiet down when the last waves of ecstasy wash over me. Which, let’s be honest about it, takes quite a while.
I don’t know how they do it, but the orgasms they give me are so mind bending that I’m always surprised that I can experience more than one at a time. They’re just so wild and intense that a single orgasm in the morning would be enough to make me feel as if I were floating during the rest of the day.
“More,” I find myself saying with an exhausted smile. What? Even though I said one orgasm would be enough to make me happy, I didn’t say I wasn’t greedy. And when it comes to sex with these two, I’m as greedy as anyone can get.
I go up to my feet slowly, Tristan’s cock popping out of me, and Madden just pulls me into his arm fast. “Why are you getting up?” He asks me with a grin, a glint in his eyes. “You asked for more, you’ll get more,” he continues, and I feel my legs wobbling as my brain processes his words.
Collapsing under my own weight, I go down to my knees in front of Madden, his cock casting a shadow over my face. Still grinning, he walks around me and then, placing one forearm across my shoulders, he forces me to bend over and go on all fours. The moment the palm of my hands touch the floor, he grabs my hips and thrusts, his cock sliding inside of me so furiously that I see bright colors behind my eyelids.
This time, he doesn’t bother with building up a rhythm. No, he goes fast and hard right from the beginning, mercilessly fucking my pussy while his thighs slap my ass cheeks.
“Now,” Tristan whispers, now standing up in front of me, “I think this cock needs a bit of a cleanup.” With that, my eyes fall to his cock and I see his shaft glistening from juices, my creamy fluids coating his long inches. Grinning back at him as Madden fucks me, I just dive forward with my mouth open, gobbling up his cock in a fraction of a second. The musky scent of my juices crawls up to my brain, and that makes me bob my head back and forth over his cock as fast as I can, mirroring the pace of Madden’s thrusts.
I go until the muscles in my neck start to cramp, and this time no one takes over. Instead, I take Tristan’s cock out of my mouth and start stroking, my hand moving so fast that it becomes a blur as it traces the length of his shaft.
“More, I want more,” I whisper, looking up at him mischievously. He arches his eyebrows, and I can almost see the gears turning inside his head as he tries to think of how he can fulfill my request.
“More,” he repeats after me, a smile dawning on his lips. He takes one step back, still looking into my eyes, and then walks around my body. Lifting one leg over my body, he positions himself in front of Madden and right over my waist. Realizing what he’s about to do, I go down on my elbows and, bending over, I jut my ass up.
The moment I do it, Tristan bends his knees and, lowering himself while he grabs his cock with one hand, he presses its tip against my asshole. He rubs it up and down my ass crack, but inevitably he stops that coming and going motion and just starts pressing hard against my hole.
As Tristan readies himself to take over my ass, Madden never stops pistoning into me. In fact, his thrusts grow even more furious, the way his thighs slap my cheeks producing an almost obscene sound of flesh-on-flesh.
“Oh, fu --” I groan, choking as Tristan slides his mast inside my ass, stretching it wide. He drives all of his inches deep into my ass and then he rocks his hips hard, ravaging my ass with the same intensity with which Madden is demolishing my ass.